How did I get here-? [Purogen headcanons, SCP, other]

As I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death.

[Howdy again, gaymers, it's that time of the week again, I guess.

Obligatory "yaydda Yada yadda, time, Yada Yada, work, school, bf, Yada, don't expect much, Yada yaddda, you get the point.

Where were we? Something about puddling through the floor? Oks, I'm guessing it's time for everyone's favorite SCP to simp over. You know em, you prob love em, 049. Note, how the hell does a 049 x reader reach the top of SCP? Either way, it's time for yall to simp over a plague doctor.]

[(It would be hilarious if I did a 049-J, instead of the regular one)]

[Ps: Considering going back to *this* for actions, as wattpad is absolute horseshit about formating]

The feed starts up again, in a corner camera, back in purogens cell. The date in the top right reads April 16th, several days after the last log. Purogen must have been caught and recontained, as he is calmly laying on his bed, typing away on a holoscreen

[BZZZZZZZT]

Purogen closes the holoscreen, but dosent get up

Purogen: Wardeel?

Wardeel: Yes, it is me.

Purogen: Heh, I could tell. Your funny one way glass isn't that effective against night vision, or thermal.

Wardeel: Sigh

Wardeel: Well if your so smart, do you know what we are going to be doing to you today?

Purogen, smirking: A test.

Wardeel, sounding exasperated: Fair enough. Please comply with the escort party to your temporary holding.

Purogen stands up and stretches, making popping noises merely for the show of doing so, as he dosen't have bones

Purogen: Just one question, what am I going to be interacting with?

Wardeel: A file with all the necessary information will be provided. Please walk to the cell door and wait for it to open

Purogen does so, holding his pawbs together behind his back politely, before the door opens, revealing a dozen guards in full hazmat gear, drawing down on him

Purogen: A dozen gaurds just for me? I must be special!

Wardeel: Just shut up and follow them.

Purogen: Rude, but ok.

One of the guards turns around and walks forward, the rest of the units fanning out around purogen, forming a diamond shape, one guard each looking at the cardinal directions, and the other eight looking at purogen

The feed jumps from camera to camera, eventually stopping at a door that purogen is subsequently ushered into, labeled "multi-purpose room 29C, KETER/APPLYON"

[I belive applyon is that class that is used by the foundation? Correct me if I am wrong.]

The feed jumps into the testing room, an extremely large rectangular box, complete with a jumbo-tron on each of the smaller sides, with multiple rings of glass offices around, as well as a main viewing platform in the middle of each of the longer sides.

The room is so large, in fact, that there are yard markings down the sides, as well as basketball courts at the end of each side of the football field

The walls are made of riveted steel plating, interspersed with a lead hex weave pattern, likley to block radiation, as well as neutral aluminum, holding the room inside a Faraday Cage, with hundreds of burn, cut, acidic, bullet, and what appears to be explosive marks everywhere, some of the glass sporting cracks and supports.